Or, as the song that’s been running through my head all day today goes, “Running on empty… runnin’ on… runnin’ blind…”

Let me just say that being in acting class for 9 hours, immediately following an 8-hour workday, is a little bit draining. Juuuuuust a little. But in the words of Dave Letterman, it’s a good kind of tired. I can’t think of a better excuse to stay up late like some deranged half-wit, than doing what I love to do. Even if it means walking around like a character in a George Romero film all day today.

Because I know there’s a point where it all pays off. And I see that moment getting closer all the time. I can almost make out the details, but it’s still fuzzy around the edges.

Meanwhile I grin and bear it while my social life crashes and burns, as I cancel dates and get-togethers and party appearances left and right, all the while struggling to merely tread water. Sure, it’d be great if somebody tossed me a life preserver and dragged me on board their yacht, racing towards some fantastic and glamorous future. But I get the feeling I’m gonna have to swim to shore on my own over here. If only I didn’t enjoy simply f-l-o-a-t-i-n-g on the surface so much…